Chang'an, the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty

The single dog who was hurt by the sky full of pink bubbles returned to the Changting Palace with a broken heart, and then learned a bad news: because Wang Ben went on a blind date, the afternoon riding and archery class was cancelled. Teacher Han Fei said very professionally: " Then, then, go to class."

Sitting in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand, the not-so-smelly fragrance of ink hit Li Jiao's face with a "hehe".

After a whole year, basically all the characters that should be known have been learned, and then the difficulty of the course increases again. The most abnormal one is to give a book, read it within the specified time, and then write an opinion.

Your sister's thoughts!Look at the masterpieces of vernacular Chinese such as Dream of the Red Chamber, which all rely on translation!

Within a few days, Han Fei discovered this problem. He didn't think about it. He just secretly told Ying Zheng that your brother and my apprentice may have some problems in understanding. Well, where do you think his development direction is?I do my best.

Ying Zheng was silent for a moment and said that he was still young.

Han Fei nodded to express his understanding, and it's fine if he doesn't teach.

So Han Fei, who had lived a very leisurely life all year, began to explain to Li Jiao word by word.

"Husband, husband's law lies in... Yu, Yu Min, the meaning, the meaning is..."

Li Jiao took notes in pain.

In fact, he also knows that it is a great honor for a generation of master Han Feizi to teach him with all his heart and soul, but if he says this, he will still go crazy if he changes his mind. Stuttering is not a disease, and people who listen to it are terrible !

So if there is anything you can't sit down calmly and write rough, you must torture me like this, dear!

A smile flashed across Han Fei's eyes, and he patted Li Jiao's forehead, "Okay, go, let's play."

Li Jiao: "..."

"However, tonight's... policy theory, still, still, has to be handed in." Looking at the surprised [crossed out] and disbelieving [crossed out] eyes of the little boy, Han Fei added.

When he saw the boy in Xuanyi waiting at the door, Li Jiao finally understood why Han Fei let him go. The bad teacher was always not stingy in showing his kindness in front of his parents.

It's just that today's Emperor Shihuang seems to be in a bad mood...

V587 complained silently, not only was he in a bad mood, his face was almost covered with ice, okay?

It suddenly felt a small amount of guilt in its heart, it seems that it is not righteous to calculate Erjiao like this?

Like a little daughter-in-law all the way, Li Jiao followed behind Yingzheng. Li Jiao was like a nervous little mouse, and he was a little bit wronged. His stinky face is still handsome, yes.

Finally, the footsteps in front stopped, Li Jiao raised his head, and then was startled.

Bichi Pavilion.

This is the place where he was almost drowned by Zhao Guogui's daughter last time.

Ying Zheng turned around with his hands behind his back, and stood five steps away from Li Jiao, his eyes dim.

"Just now you went to Wang Jian's residence." He said, and then took out the white silk from his pocket.

Li Jiao: "..." General Wang's legs and feet are so fast!

Ying Zheng said, "Why didn't you tell Brother Wang?" The word "Brother Wang" was bitten hard, and the final sound rose slightly.

If you can't hear that the vest is gone, brother is an idiot.

Li Jiao lowered his head, his eyes were hot, trying not to let the tears fall, he knew that the traverser was just a lonely ghost in the eyes of Tiandao, once he was attacked by the dragon energy, his soul would be scattered, he didn't want to die, but he couldn't help it He explained that it was a fact that he seized the house, and even... secretly rejoiced more than once.

Is he too greedy?So even if you die, don't make him feel better, but let him die in the hands of the person you like?

A slanted shadow fell, and the furry ears were gently touched. Li Jiao suddenly raised his head, and was facing a handsome face with no expression.

"So, it's not Chengyu, but Chang'an?" There was no joy or anger in the flat tone.

Li Jiao looked at Ying Zheng and felt the strength of the ear being touched. It was neither light nor heavy, and it was very comfortable. However, this did not calm his uneasiness, but made him more nervous. He opened his mouth with difficulty, "I am It's called Li Jiaomiao."

"Li Jiao." Ying Zheng pinched the tips of his ears as if approving, "Then, you became Chang'an?"

"I died in an accident, and then I became the second son... That day, the king returned to the country." Li Jiao seemed to be bewitched by something, and finished all the words in one go.

Ying Zheng looked at the little boy in front of him unconsciously grabbing the corner of his clothes, and suddenly thought, so this is the person from the beginning to the end?

Li Jiao looked at Ying Zheng's expression nervously, and suddenly added, "Actually, I'm not your real brother, really meow! Look, the longer I grow, the more I look like Lu Buwei meow!"

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On what is to die.

Ying Zheng looked at him silently.

Li Jiao lowered his head guiltily, and murmured in a low voice: "Actually, I don't want to...it's just like this when I wake up meow..."

"Why did you lie to me?" Ying Zheng asked suddenly.

Seeing Li Jiao's bewildered face, Ying Zheng said again: "Last time, I was asked whether you were Chang'an or Chengyu, why did you lie to me?"

Li Jiao whispered: "Brain Twitch..."

"……no next time."

"it is good."

So what the hell is this painting style! ! !

Shouldn't it be normal:

Li Jiao [tears] Listen to me, I didn't do it on purpose!

Ying Zheng [tempered] I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen!Give me back my brother!

Li Jiao [painful] I'm sorry...

Ying Zheng [roaring] You liar!demon!devil!I will never trust you again!

Li Jiao [hugs head in pain] I have my reasons!

Ying Zheng [roaring in pain] I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen!

Li Jiao still couldn't believe it until he covered himself under the quilt at night. Is this the solution?Not sent to prison, not tortured, not sentenced to death, not burned to death?And from the beginning to the end, Shihuang didn't ask the whereabouts of the original owner, what does this mean meow?

Will a master come and take him in a few days?

Or maybe the first emperor is planning something to stabilize him first?

"I said, don't scare yourself, okay? It's not surprising that anything happens with such a good impression, okay? Generally speaking, it's edible." V587 was extremely calm.

o(*////▽////*)p What you said is so esoteric that people can't understand it!

Li Jiao huddled together shyly, and suddenly thought of a question.

In other words, how did I think Wang Jian could keep my brother a secret?Such a tortuous and brain-dead thing is seriously inconsistent with my brother's IQ of 125!

The stirrup is not a very professional invention!There is simply no silver 300 taels here, okay?Stupider than that carpenter dressed as illiterate who wrote Dream of Red Mansions!

Let's take a look.

Li Jiao: I want to hand over my invention to the public!

v587: The traveler is editing you.

Li Jiao: Then I will use a shield to go into the water, and Wang Ben will be fine.

v587: Wang Ben is out of his mind.

Li Jiao: Then find his father!

v587: I just smiled and said nothing.

So... 'v587! '

v587: "The system is shutting down..."

Li Jiao: "Hehe. '

"Okay, you won, how did I do it?" v587 spread his hands.

No, it's not that good... Li Jiao buried his head in the quilt.

He knew that v587 was for his own good, and if he didn't spread out this layer of identity, he would never be able to have a great development with Shi Huang, but the risk was too great, okay?He still regrets his life!For an otaku, freedom is not precious, and the price of love is slightly higher. If it is a small fate, both of them can be thrown away.

My brother's tail is still standing upright, and his hair is still blowing up!

V587 took a deep breath and decided to change the subject, "How is the egg I gave you?"

Li Jiao took out the two eggs from the corner of the bed, and looked at them under the snow-white moon on a summer night. He didn't know if it was a problem with the light. Green, more like goose eggs.

"Very good, very good, let's see if he is alive?" Li Jiao cried out in surprise, and immediately suppressed his voice.

Seeing the eggs again, v587's mood has calmed down a lot, it just praised in a complicated way: "Well... the longer it grows, the more it looks like their father."

Li Jiao said vigilantly: "This is my egg!" After it finally hatched, two dragons ran out to ask him for his son, where would he cry?

"……Good night."

It is said that people fall asleep very fast if they are short of heart, v587 looked at Li Jiao's sleeping face complicatedly, and heaved a long sigh.

In the middle of the night, Ying Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his cheeks had an abnormal blush.

……

"Actually, I'm not your real brother."

……

Actually, I'm not your real brother.

I am not your brother.

Obviously he should be suspicious, he should be angry, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't think of anything, and the ecstasy in his heart left him at a loss for a moment.

His heart was like someone else's, and he couldn't control the throbbing that almost made him breathless. This feeling was strange, but it was also very attractive.

He couldn't hear what he said anymore, only the red lips were left in front of his eyes, and every slight movement made his heart beat like a drum.He suddenly felt that as long as it was a request from those red lips, he could not refuse, no, it felt like it would be a sin to think about it in his heart.

Love can actually make people no longer like themselves, and the eagle eyes gradually become obscure. This feeling makes him a little panic, and the things that cannot be controlled in his hands have affected him...

No, whoever said that it is impossible to control, everything about this person is already in his hands, whether it is the soul seizing the house, or the dove occupying the magpie's nest, whichever one can control his life and death.

Ying Zheng's mood suddenly brightened, and he fell in love with his own possessions. Isn't this a matter of course?

He stretched out his hand and probed down, it was wet, he paused, a soft sheet was thrown out from the bed curtain, the maid on duty heard the movement, blushed and gently cleaned it up.